Yet, even after creating a game plan, Monday is a complete bomb due to my fraying nerves. Rowan hasn’t even graced the warehouse with his presence yet and I’m already falling apart. This morning, I broke our communal coffee pot after someone asked me how my weekend went. And then, when someone mentioned Rowan’s name in the bathroom, I ended up dropping my phone in the toilet.
That one isn’t exactly my fault. Two Alpha team members were talking about Rowan in a very inappropriate way while washing their hands. My phone slipped straight out of my grasp and met its watery grave.
It’s safe to say by the time Rowan strolls into my cubicle looking fresh as a daisy later this afternoon, I’m fried. Absolutely positively done with the day.
“You haven’t been answering my texts.”
“Hello to you too.” I look up from my computer screen.
“You haven’t responded to my messages.” His voice is extra edgy, and I’m tempted to dance around at the idea of him worrying over me not answering him.
“Did you miss me?” I bat my lashes.
“No.” He answers too fast.
I grin. “It’s okay to admit your feelings. I’ll wait.” I turn my chair and face him.
“Just like you made me wait all day for a confirmation?”
Huh? “A confirmation?”
“Yes. I’m taking you out tomorrow night for a date.”
I laugh under my breath. “Don’t you think you should ask me first?”
“I don’t ask questions I know the answers to.”
“We need to work on your manners. They’re severely lacking.”
He steps into my space and bends down to whisper in my ear. “You weren’t complaining about politeness the other night.”
“Of course not. Every woman wants a gentleman in the streets and a beast in the sheets,” I whisper low enough so my cubicle mates don’t hear me.
His eyes glint as he takes a little bow. “Pardon my mistake then. Will you do me the honor of gracing me with your presence tomorrow evening for dinner and cocktails?”
“Emphasis on the cock?” I raise a brow.
Rowan drops his head back and laughs until I join him. It warms me from my head to my toes to see his eyes light up and his lips remain permanently upturned.
Which makes my next comment that much harder.
“I can’t go out with you tomorrow. We’re having a late team meeting to discuss a few loose ends on previous proposals tomorrow.”
“Good thing you have an in with your boss.”
“No way! That’s an abuse of power.”
“What’s the point of having all this power if I don’t use it?”
I blink at him. “I’m going to pretend you did not just say that.”
“Pretend all you want. It doesn’t change the outcome.”
“But—”
He raises a brow. “Either you message Jenny or I will.”
I glare at him. “Your bossiness is losing its charm.”
He leans over, placing the softest kiss on my cheek. “We’ll have to test the theory out in a few circumstances then. Just to be sure.”
“You’re always so thorough with everything you do.”
He grins. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He moves away, taking his cologne and addictive pheromones with him. “And answer my messages from now on.”